©2023 michael raven
nights spent wondering about the significance of silence between beats & why so much focus is placed on the sound
words | spirit
©2023 michael raven
nights spent wondering about the significance of silence between beats & why so much focus is placed on the sound
©2022 Michael Raven
Heilung is one of those bands/acts/performances/whatever I have wanted to see since I was introduced to them about two years ago. I saw one of their videos for a live performance and was instantly hooked. This, I thought, is what ritual should be about.
Continue reading “An evening with Heilung”©2022 Michael Raven
i am ravenborn a wayfarer come home to the queens' vicious embrace her tearing into my heart darkened w/blood throbbing in her fist offered feast to the blackwings turning skies night summoned i return underworld to be taken inside her, embraced & rejoined a blood kiss black against my cheek
©2022 Michael Raven
i carry worlds in my cranebag forest floor needle brown night feather scry skies wood ring words taut my fungal heart gills and waves tow tide under songs immigrant riding skiff at dawn to kiss the sea burning red tucked inside all
©2022 Michael Raven
I’ve been a little less productive here lately, as I have a couple of things on my plate that I’m working on. There is the aforementioned collaborative multimedia piece I am working on, which has three of the five episodic storytelling pieces completed (it takes me anywhere from 10-20 hours per 5-minute episode to engineer the sound and write music, depending on how creative I am feeling and how much tweaking the audio needs). That’s finally start progressing into video format, so I suspect it might actually appear sooner or later.
Continue reading “Grab bag of disappointingly boring contents”©2022 Michael Raven
we were madness -- that much recalled feathered and furred interred in dirt waiting mandrake days in the company of grandfather red who spotted his white shadows in night i howled back then i am sure head back, spellbound naked and savage painted near black with woad sometimes still calling i drift eyes skyward hoping to capture your manic glow
©2022 Michael Raven
you can find me
nem, muir, talam
ask and i am three
my blood flows
river too
just a kiss away
you will see
close your eyes
close your eyes
and see
©2022 Michael Raven
The Lady of Shadows holds in one hand a spear half as tall as she, and her shoulders are covered in jet feathers, opalescent and oily in the light of the mood, as if light is afraid to touch her mantle.
Her voice is like black velvet or dark chocolate. “The question is… are you here to die? Or are you here to fly?”
“This is one of those times where thinking hard before you speak might be worthwhile,” points out Raven.
“Shut up, carrion,” the Lady of Shadows says.
Continue reading “Into thin air.”©2022 Michael Raven
hunting under new moon ghost-wandering the tortoise shell understone you & me fractured by light beating boneheart while rending skies with spears her shadow song rides western winds
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